If I could have kept
When moonlight slept
A token of your warmth
When we were one
Sunshine it shone
Into deeper peace
A warming glow
This I know.
A shadow fell
Loneliness to tell
Of deeper days
In many ways
Quiet moments
Hand in hand
Like children
On moving sand.
Night became
Just the same
Curtains drawn
Cold not warm
Hours bathed
I could not see
What became
Of you and me ?
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments4
Lost in the chaos of the past not to be found in the present. A poem that speaks of regret. So well written.
appreciated, many thanks
Sensations like warm ashes ...
many thanks
Good write, Nephilim.
thanking you
Great write
very much appreciated thanks
You're welcome
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